Extreme Bull

sweep of Clay’s tongue against his and the mere touch of his hand sliding down his back was unbearably erotic to Jeff. He shivered from sensory overload, and yet, he wanted more.
    He pushed his leg between Clay’s legs so their groins nestled together, wanting the smooth glide of skin as he ground his cock against Clay’s. One of Clay’s hands was on his ass, clutching his cheek, fingers digging in and pulling him impossibly closer.
    Jeff broke for air, gasping with arousal; Clay rolled onto his back, pulling Jeff along so he was straddling him.
    “Cowboy up?”

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    Jeff gave a shaky laugh. “Cowboy up.” When he leaned down to kiss Clay, he felt their hard cocks trapped between their bellies digging into him. He braced his hands on either side of Clay’s head and got to his knees, dragging his dick slowly over Clay’s torso.
    “God, you’re so hot,” Clay groaned. His eyes glittered in the dim light as he watched the movement of Jeff’s hips. He reached up and pinched Jeff’s nipples, pleased with the gasp he got. Clay slid his hands down to Jeff’s hips, pulling him back down to sit on his lap. “Ride ’em, cowboy.” Watching the lean body undulate above him, imitating in slow motion what Jeff did in the ring when mounted on a bull, Clay wondered if anything could look hotter. He planted his feet on the bed and raised up, watching the ripple of Jeff’s abdomen and groin muscles as he adjusted to the bucking motion, mesmerized by the sight of the other man’s hard shaft bobbing against his stomach. He felt the sexy slip of skin and muscle over the jutting hipbones with his thumbs, digging his fingers in as Jeff expertly balanced on top of him, knowing he’d never look at him in the ring the same way again now that he knew exactly what that body looked like under the ordinary clothes making those same movements on the back of a bull.
    Jeff moved his hand to encircle their erect cocks, pressing them together. Clay could feel Jeff’s balls, tight and full, dragging against his.

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    “I’m close,” he warned.
    “Me too,” Jeff gasped.
    Clay watched fascinated as Jeff’s body seemed to stretch luxuriously and quiver, his head lifting and his mouth falling open, his eyes closed to mere slits as he moved faster.
    At the first spurt of liquid, Clay moved his hand to cover their dicks, catching the fluid and using it to lubricate their movement. His hips bucked up off the mattress, lifting Jeff with him as they moved faster, and then he was coming too.
    His eyes squeezed shut, but his mind filled with visions of Jeff moving above him.
    He circled Jeff’s waist with his free hand when he felt the other man come to rest against his chest. The beat of his heart seemed to throb in his spent cock with their hands still joined around it.
    When he felt Jeff’s lips on his cheek he turned his head to meet them.
    Slowly Jeff slipped off Clay’s body to one side, their legs still entwined. Clay stroked Jeff’s flank and rested his hand on his hip, feeling a weird kind of intimacy in doing that. It was the first time they had actually planned to get together and… do things. And instead of wanting Jeff to leave right away, he actually looked forward to keeping him here all night, being able to look at him while he slept, to touch his skin, stroke his hair….

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    THE morning sun gilded Clay into some kind of olden Greek god, Jeff thought, even while he poked fun at himself for such a flight of fancy. He had a sudden desire to see Clay naked on the back of a horse at sunrise, thinking he would look like some kind of ancient warrior, his body finely chiseled with muscle, strong arms and firm thighs, gleaming in the sunlight.
    But that would chafe like hell and, besides that, was totally impractical in this world. Jeff was still chuckling quietly to himself when Clay opened his eyes.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Just had a funny thought.”
    “Not that, with your hand.”
    “This hand?” Jeff held up his free hand.
    “The other hand.” Clay reached down to capture the hand lightly stroking his erection.
    “Oh, that hand. I could stop.”
    “You don’t have to.”
    “I don’t want to bother you.”

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    Jeff yelped in surprise when Clay pinned him on the bed, grinding down against him. He spread his legs, trapping Clay’s cock between them. It was short and wild; Clay thrust